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Goofy (feat. Ya.Boi.Ced)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Goofy (feat. Ya.Boi.Ced) was released on August 6, 2022 by K.O.D. Records/Sir Rob Music Group as a part of the album Goofy (feat. Ya.Boi.Ced) - Single
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Release DateAugust 6, 2022
LabelK.O.D. Records/Sir Rob Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dysfunktional
Dysfunktional
Rap, Recorder
James Woods
James Woods
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Woods
James Woods
Songwriter
SirrCed Roberts
SirrCed Roberts
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cory Barton
Cory Barton
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
anno dominni
anno dominni
Producer

Lyrics

Yo, man, what the fuck, man? What we gonna do now
Right here, man. We got to get rid of the fucking gun
Yeah, you're right, man
Yo, Bishop, man, give me the piece
No
No
What the hell you mean, no
I mean the gun
I mean, I'm holding on to this till I say so
I'm not playing
Oh, really
Stop this shit, man
You stop it
Stop
Oh, shit
Yo, lil' ****, better watch yourself
What
I heard what you said
I'm about to show you
Goofy
I beat up last time that you fought
Enough about you, let's get to me
Them three letters that represent me
You talking about the B or just plain old me
Cause if it's the B, then it's CMG
But if it's me, then it's KOD
That's as hard as it's gonna be
Ain't none after that
Killers on display or a king of my domain
Shit goes there no other way
So it's KOD to the end of every day
I'm this, don't give a fuck about clout
Speaking crazy and I will shut your mouth
You a goofy, you a lame, you a op, you a cop
You a lame, you a goofy, you a op, get dropped
The couple shot to get popped, the couple not to get rocked
Couldn't tuck the XD, the smoking barrel too hot
Oma lost my court case cause my lawyer was hot
So **** better back up, that 4-5 will act up
And throwing up that wrong shit will leave you on your back, bruh
Goofy's only exist in this hood we from
We got 99 problems but an op ain't one
All we trying to do is just get to that money
Hundred thousand and one, she's shaking till she hungry
So ops and all that get smoked like small sacks
This Birmingham green leaf will twist your ball cap
Goofy, you a lame, you a op, you a cop
You that same lame **** getting ran off the block
You a goofy, you a lame, you a op, you a cop
You that same motherfucker getting ran off the block
You a goofy, you a lame, you a op, you a cop
You a accident murderer, that's why I never heard of you
You the type to shoot and hide your hand, bruh
Tell on yourself for getting too much time
Probably got your food sucked in the lunch line
Then turn around and act fine
Get punked and really start crying
Talking about killing ****, you lying
You sell to the feds and tell on the whole crew
Widow **** do what widows do
Rats congregate with the lowlifes
Get mad cause you trying to fuck your man's wife
She thorough and told that's right
You a dime dropper, ad guy for a crime stopper
Lime seller, rhyme biter, nine toter
Keep it in your hoes or you get your ass toasted
Take this with the most of it
B.S
Written by: James Woods, SirrCed Roberts
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